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Fabian's car stops right at the neatly maintained simple house. The lights around the garden and the main house aren't on. Obviously because the new owner just returned, and Fabian gave her a lift. The click of the seat belt in the passenger's seat signals that Fabian's offer has hit rock bottom.

Throughout his persuasion, Jane remains unmoved. Everything's rejected, even the highest payment Fabian could offer, Jane's not interested.

"I don't want fame or fun stuff you can offer, Fabian. Seriously. This is my deepest heart's answer. After you know who I am, you should also understand why I choose this."

"Oh God!" Fabian sighs, frustrated, rubbing his face. "You're really stubborn."

"Thank you for noticing. So... I consider this our last meeting. Among the three models you favor, the only one who might fit is Giselle. I think you know what to do." Jane gives a slight smile. She pulls the car door lever, but... "The door, please."

There's nothing Fab